At 8:37pm Chapter 3
Sorry it took so long! It took me a while to write it is all hahah
Tashiaya- Thanks for the comments! I'm glad u like it =], I fully intend to continue with this so don't worry hahah. I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Alice- Well, here you go hahah. Enjoy =]
Faria- Hahah if you want to know the end of the story then you'll have to keep reading. Hopefully this chapter will clear things up for you.
Ankita- No, Scott doesn't die but he thinks he is. You'll find out what's happening in this chapter. And thanks =]
Right so here goes......
Chapter 3
The doctor walked out of the surgery room, his face grave. That wasn't a good sign. I tensed as he approached, his graying eyebrows knitted together. His dark green eyes looked at the five of us looking back at him expectantly. We sat with our breaths caught in our throats, not daring to release them for fear it would affect the outcome.
'I'm sorry', the doctor began to say. As if it was his fault. As if he was the one who had caused the crash. 'I'm afraid Scott is in a coma. At the moment we are unsure if there is anything that can be done to bring him out of it.' A coma. That wasn't dead. I could handle that.
'But there's still some brain activity keeping him alive though right? It means he's not dead.'
'Yes, that's right but we don't know how long it will be before he wakes up. IF he wakes up.' I could see the doctor was trying to prepare us for the worst. For the fact that Scott, our Scott, may never wake up. I didn't blame him for that, it was his job. What he was trained to do but I could not stop a spark of hope flaring in me no matter how much the doctors words quench it.
'How likely is it that my son will wake up?' The tone in Sandra's voice dared the doctor to challenge that question. To say that he might not wake up. I held my breath as we all anxiously waited for the doctor's answer. Looking over at Sandra I saw the same glimmer of hope in her beautiful blue eyes that was in me.
'Well, we will have to do a few tests and scans to be absolutely sure but I would say he has around a 60% chance of waking up.' 60%. That's more than half.
I couldn't hold it in any longer, the hope burst out of me in a huge sigh of relief. Sobs broke out of Sandra's chest as she happily hugged everyone, tears of joy soaking everyone's shirts she was holding them so close. When she reached me her smile widened so much it looked like it wanted to extend off her face. I returned the happy moment with a smile of my own and hugged her back just as enthusiastically.
Murmurs ran through the waiting room as they all fired questions at the doctor. 'When will he wake up? How will he wake up? Will it hurt him?' However, my question made everyone pause.
'Can we see him?'
Once again, five pairs of eyes looked tensely at the grey-haired doctor. The corners of his mouth wrinkled as he thought of a suitable answer to my question. The clock on the pale blue wall behind us suddenly seemed to increase in volume as each second painstakingly ticked by for what felt like and eternity. Eventually, the doctor moved his gaze from the carpet to us.
'Yes-' he began to say but the rest of the words were drowned out by our babble. Who would go first? How long for? When do visiting hours end? It was chaotic in that waiting room, watching the adults discuss seeing Scott.
Jake looked over at me and nodded his head towards the door. Smiling I stood up and the two of us backed out the room slowly, trying to make any sounds as we rounded the corner, turned and ran towards Scott's room.
Jake is my brother, and Scott's 'man-friend', as he says. The three of us spent every Summer together as children and we were inseparable. Building hideouts and playing hide and seek we were never seen without each other. Until Jake turned 14 and discovered the wonders of females. After that I became uncomfortable around the two of them together, spending all their time talking about Jake's latest conquests made me uneasy. I didn't like the way he saw them, as nothing but notches on his bedpost. As toys for him to play with whenever he felt like. So, we all stopped hanging out; the three of us together. One three turned into two two's so it was either me and Scott or Jake and Scott, which was fine with me. It meant I could grow closer to Scott in ways I never thought I would.
When Jake went away to College to study business, Scott and I spent more and more time together and I started to see him in a completely different way. At the time, I was 15 and both him and Jake were 16. I had started to notice how he was getting stubble and found I liked how it felt against my cheek when he hugged me. Rough, but not painful. I saw how his chest was getting broader, when we went swimming and I enjoyed how it felt tight but comforting when I was leaning on it. I found how my head fit into his shoulder perfectly when we hugged and I was able to inhale his scent, that reminded of crisp Autumn days after a night of rainfalls. I loved it.
After that I started to change. I grew my liquorice black hair out so it framed my pale, heart-shaped, face. I wore skirts that showed off my tanned legs. I developed curves and wore tops that showed this off. Somewhere in the back of my mind something was telling me that this was so Scott would notice me but I strongly denied it, scared of the things I was feeling. It was all so strange and new to me. Was this what all those girls felt when they looked at Jake? Did they get butterflies in their stomachs when he smiled at them? Did their hearts race when his skin brushed against theirs and left a spot that felt like it was burning hot but in the most fantastic way possible? All of this and so much more I wanted to know, so I asked Jake. He just laughed and said it was my hormones, until he saw my face. On the surface he may seem insensitive to girls' feelings sometimes but underneath it all he had the ability to care deeply about somebody.
He sat down with me and explained that he had never been in love but when he thought about it was exactly like I had described. The thought terrified me, being in love with my best friend. Jake was happy for me, claiming he had been waiting for this day for ages, saying he knew it was inevitable. He suggested that I told Scott because we were so obviously soulmates but whenever I tried to tell him I couldn't. Something stopped me from saying the words I was itching to say to him so eventually I gave up. The skirts turned to jeans and the strappy tops started covering my midriff. I sat and yearned for Scott in silence, pretending I was fine like that. Now, I wish I had spoken up.
The door to his room was generic blue. There was nothing about it that announced Scott was in there. No big flashing lights or signs. But I knew he was in there. It took all of my strength and then some to not burst into the room and attract attention to myself and Jake.
Slowly, my hand reached for the door handle. Then froze, just centimeters from the shiny, silver metal handle. I didn't know if I could do this, if I could handle seeing my best friend lying there motionless, without his usual breathtaking smirk on his face. Jake placed his hand onto my shoulder, comforting me. He didn't say a word but I knew he was telling me it would be okay. I was suddenly glad he wasn't at college but instead was stood right here, in this hospital, with his hand on my shoulder, waiting to walk into the room where our best friend was. In that moment we had never been closer.
I took a deep breath and opened that door to Scott's room. And there he was. His blue eyes were closed, almost as if he were sleeping. I tried to fool myself into thinking this but found it impossible to do so due to the machine that measured his heart rate filled the room with a high-pitched beeping. A constant reminder that Scott was still alive. I took comfort in that.
Jake moved past me, into the room, and took a seat in one of the blue chairs next to Scott's bed. Was there no other color available when they built this hospital? All the blue just kept reminding me of Scott's eyes. How they were crystal clear, like the Caribbean Sea, when the sun shone on them. How the corners of them crinkled when he was laughing his melodic laugh. How his midnight black eyelashes made them smolder when he was angry so you caught your breath as you got lost in them.
Just when I thought I had nothing left in me to cry more tears spilled onto my cheeks as the thought of never seeing Scott open his eyes again crossed my mind. Jake was over to me in an instant, envelpoing me in his arms, holding me in a way only a brother could when his sister was hurting.
'Hey now,' he said in his husky voice, 'you know Scott hates seeing you carry because it hurts him too.'
'You're right,' I replied, wiping the tears on the sleeve of my red blouse.
Jake chuckled and glanced over at Scott, 'That boy would change the world if he could. Just so it couldn't hurt you.'
'He'd do it for you too,' I answered, sniffling and moaning. Jake looked at me, puzzled.
'I'll be all puffy now', I whined. He laughed and shook his head incredulously.
'Why don't we go see hi to him?' he asked, placing his hand on my wrist. I nodded and allowed him to pull me towards the bed.
'Hey, man,' Jake said, 'I have had such a crazy week. You remember those twins I was dating? The blonde ones, that had no idea I was dating them both? Well, they found out I was dating them both. Yeah, I thought I was being discrete too. Apparently not. Anyway, I've spent the whole week trying to avoid the wrath of two scorned women.' He chuckled and sat back in his chair, rubbing what was supposed to be his beard, lost in thought. As a matter of fact it was more like face fuzz, much too soft to be called a beard.
'You shouldn't have dated twins then', I replied, sitting next to him, 'they were bound to find out eventually.'
Jake looked at me, his eyebrow raised in a confused expression. I was never one to willingly discuss Jake's treatment of girls.
'Someone has to say what Scott would say', I shrugged, glimpsing towards the bed as I spoke, 'it isn't like he can tell you off himself right now. And you know he would. I mean, twins? Two girls that are related and spend most of their time with each other? Could you be anymore idiotic?'
Jake smiled at me and shrugged. 'It was worth it. They were hot.'
'Whatever, dude,' I drew in a breath and released it slowly, looking out of the window but not focusing on anything in particular. Jake snorted and laughed. I looked over at him.
'That is exactly like something Scott would say to me.'
'I know', I sighed, 'I just wish he was awake to say it himself.'
I entwined my hand with Scott's , tracing my thumb over the scar he got from falling and cutting it on a piece of glass when he was eight. It was shaped like a jagged crescent moon, placed underneath his right thumb. He'd had to have three stitches in it at the hospital, crying the whole time when he had it done. I didn't like my best friend crying so I went home and made a necklace, using beads to spell out his name on a piece of black string. When I gave to him he was delighted with it. He still wears it now, around his wrist.
'Why don't you tell him how you feel?' Jake asked softly, his green eyes fixed on our hands.
'I will', I replied, 'when he wakes up.'
Scott
I couldn't move. My arms and legs felt like they were glued to my sides and a strange feeling of claustrophobia kept sweeping over me. I tried to call out to someone, anyone, in the darkness but nothing came out. No sound. Not even a whimper. The only sound I could hear was a familiar beeping sound but I couldn't identify what it was. Was I really dead? Something was telling me that I wasn't. But if I wasn't dead then what was I?
Alice- Well, here you go hahah. Enjoy =]
Faria- Hahah if you want to know the end of the story then you'll have to keep reading. Hopefully this chapter will clear things up for you.
Ankita- No, Scott doesn't die but he thinks he is. You'll find out what's happening in this chapter. And thanks =]
Right so here goes......
Chapter 3
The doctor walked out of the surgery room, his face grave. That wasn't a good sign. I tensed as he approached, his graying eyebrows knitted together. His dark green eyes looked at the five of us looking back at him expectantly. We sat with our breaths caught in our throats, not daring to release them for fear it would affect the outcome.
'I'm sorry', the doctor began to say. As if it was his fault. As if he was the one who had caused the crash. 'I'm afraid Scott is in a coma. At the moment we are unsure if there is anything that can be done to bring him out of it.' A coma. That wasn't dead. I could handle that.
'But there's still some brain activity keeping him alive though right? It means he's not dead.'
'Yes, that's right but we don't know how long it will be before he wakes up. IF he wakes up.' I could see the doctor was trying to prepare us for the worst. For the fact that Scott, our Scott, may never wake up. I didn't blame him for that, it was his job. What he was trained to do but I could not stop a spark of hope flaring in me no matter how much the doctors words quench it.
'How likely is it that my son will wake up?' The tone in Sandra's voice dared the doctor to challenge that question. To say that he might not wake up. I held my breath as we all anxiously waited for the doctor's answer. Looking over at Sandra I saw the same glimmer of hope in her beautiful blue eyes that was in me.
'Well, we will have to do a few tests and scans to be absolutely sure but I would say he has around a 60% chance of waking up.' 60%. That's more than half.
I couldn't hold it in any longer, the hope burst out of me in a huge sigh of relief. Sobs broke out of Sandra's chest as she happily hugged everyone, tears of joy soaking everyone's shirts she was holding them so close. When she reached me her smile widened so much it looked like it wanted to extend off her face. I returned the happy moment with a smile of my own and hugged her back just as enthusiastically.
Murmurs ran through the waiting room as they all fired questions at the doctor. 'When will he wake up? How will he wake up? Will it hurt him?' However, my question made everyone pause.
'Can we see him?'
Once again, five pairs of eyes looked tensely at the grey-haired doctor. The corners of his mouth wrinkled as he thought of a suitable answer to my question. The clock on the pale blue wall behind us suddenly seemed to increase in volume as each second painstakingly ticked by for what felt like and eternity. Eventually, the doctor moved his gaze from the carpet to us.
'Yes-' he began to say but the rest of the words were drowned out by our babble. Who would go first? How long for? When do visiting hours end? It was chaotic in that waiting room, watching the adults discuss seeing Scott.
Jake looked over at me and nodded his head towards the door. Smiling I stood up and the two of us backed out the room slowly, trying to make any sounds as we rounded the corner, turned and ran towards Scott's room.
Jake is my brother, and Scott's 'man-friend', as he says. The three of us spent every Summer together as children and we were inseparable. Building hideouts and playing hide and seek we were never seen without each other. Until Jake turned 14 and discovered the wonders of females. After that I became uncomfortable around the two of them together, spending all their time talking about Jake's latest conquests made me uneasy. I didn't like the way he saw them, as nothing but notches on his bedpost. As toys for him to play with whenever he felt like. So, we all stopped hanging out; the three of us together. One three turned into two two's so it was either me and Scott or Jake and Scott, which was fine with me. It meant I could grow closer to Scott in ways I never thought I would.
When Jake went away to College to study business, Scott and I spent more and more time together and I started to see him in a completely different way. At the time, I was 15 and both him and Jake were 16. I had started to notice how he was getting stubble and found I liked how it felt against my cheek when he hugged me. Rough, but not painful. I saw how his chest was getting broader, when we went swimming and I enjoyed how it felt tight but comforting when I was leaning on it. I found how my head fit into his shoulder perfectly when we hugged and I was able to inhale his scent, that reminded of crisp Autumn days after a night of rainfalls. I loved it.
After that I started to change. I grew my liquorice black hair out so it framed my pale, heart-shaped, face. I wore skirts that showed off my tanned legs. I developed curves and wore tops that showed this off. Somewhere in the back of my mind something was telling me that this was so Scott would notice me but I strongly denied it, scared of the things I was feeling. It was all so strange and new to me. Was this what all those girls felt when they looked at Jake? Did they get butterflies in their stomachs when he smiled at them? Did their hearts race when his skin brushed against theirs and left a spot that felt like it was burning hot but in the most fantastic way possible? All of this and so much more I wanted to know, so I asked Jake. He just laughed and said it was my hormones, until he saw my face. On the surface he may seem insensitive to girls' feelings sometimes but underneath it all he had the ability to care deeply about somebody.
He sat down with me and explained that he had never been in love but when he thought about it was exactly like I had described. The thought terrified me, being in love with my best friend. Jake was happy for me, claiming he had been waiting for this day for ages, saying he knew it was inevitable. He suggested that I told Scott because we were so obviously soulmates but whenever I tried to tell him I couldn't. Something stopped me from saying the words I was itching to say to him so eventually I gave up. The skirts turned to jeans and the strappy tops started covering my midriff. I sat and yearned for Scott in silence, pretending I was fine like that. Now, I wish I had spoken up.
The door to his room was generic blue. There was nothing about it that announced Scott was in there. No big flashing lights or signs. But I knew he was in there. It took all of my strength and then some to not burst into the room and attract attention to myself and Jake.
Slowly, my hand reached for the door handle. Then froze, just centimeters from the shiny, silver metal handle. I didn't know if I could do this, if I could handle seeing my best friend lying there motionless, without his usual breathtaking smirk on his face. Jake placed his hand onto my shoulder, comforting me. He didn't say a word but I knew he was telling me it would be okay. I was suddenly glad he wasn't at college but instead was stood right here, in this hospital, with his hand on my shoulder, waiting to walk into the room where our best friend was. In that moment we had never been closer.
I took a deep breath and opened that door to Scott's room. And there he was. His blue eyes were closed, almost as if he were sleeping. I tried to fool myself into thinking this but found it impossible to do so due to the machine that measured his heart rate filled the room with a high-pitched beeping. A constant reminder that Scott was still alive. I took comfort in that.
Jake moved past me, into the room, and took a seat in one of the blue chairs next to Scott's bed. Was there no other color available when they built this hospital? All the blue just kept reminding me of Scott's eyes. How they were crystal clear, like the Caribbean Sea, when the sun shone on them. How the corners of them crinkled when he was laughing his melodic laugh. How his midnight black eyelashes made them smolder when he was angry so you caught your breath as you got lost in them.
Just when I thought I had nothing left in me to cry more tears spilled onto my cheeks as the thought of never seeing Scott open his eyes again crossed my mind. Jake was over to me in an instant, envelpoing me in his arms, holding me in a way only a brother could when his sister was hurting.
'Hey now,' he said in his husky voice, 'you know Scott hates seeing you carry because it hurts him too.'
'You're right,' I replied, wiping the tears on the sleeve of my red blouse.
Jake chuckled and glanced over at Scott, 'That boy would change the world if he could. Just so it couldn't hurt you.'
'He'd do it for you too,' I answered, sniffling and moaning. Jake looked at me, puzzled.
'I'll be all puffy now', I whined. He laughed and shook his head incredulously.
'Why don't we go see hi to him?' he asked, placing his hand on my wrist. I nodded and allowed him to pull me towards the bed.
'Hey, man,' Jake said, 'I have had such a crazy week. You remember those twins I was dating? The blonde ones, that had no idea I was dating them both? Well, they found out I was dating them both. Yeah, I thought I was being discrete too. Apparently not. Anyway, I've spent the whole week trying to avoid the wrath of two scorned women.' He chuckled and sat back in his chair, rubbing what was supposed to be his beard, lost in thought. As a matter of fact it was more like face fuzz, much too soft to be called a beard.
'You shouldn't have dated twins then', I replied, sitting next to him, 'they were bound to find out eventually.'
Jake looked at me, his eyebrow raised in a confused expression. I was never one to willingly discuss Jake's treatment of girls.
'Someone has to say what Scott would say', I shrugged, glimpsing towards the bed as I spoke, 'it isn't like he can tell you off himself right now. And you know he would. I mean, twins? Two girls that are related and spend most of their time with each other? Could you be anymore idiotic?'
Jake smiled at me and shrugged. 'It was worth it. They were hot.'
'Whatever, dude,' I drew in a breath and released it slowly, looking out of the window but not focusing on anything in particular. Jake snorted and laughed. I looked over at him.
'That is exactly like something Scott would say to me.'
'I know', I sighed, 'I just wish he was awake to say it himself.'
I entwined my hand with Scott's , tracing my thumb over the scar he got from falling and cutting it on a piece of glass when he was eight. It was shaped like a jagged crescent moon, placed underneath his right thumb. He'd had to have three stitches in it at the hospital, crying the whole time when he had it done. I didn't like my best friend crying so I went home and made a necklace, using beads to spell out his name on a piece of black string. When I gave to him he was delighted with it. He still wears it now, around his wrist.
'Why don't you tell him how you feel?' Jake asked softly, his green eyes fixed on our hands.
'I will', I replied, 'when he wakes up.'
Scott
I couldn't move. My arms and legs felt like they were glued to my sides and a strange feeling of claustrophobia kept sweeping over me. I tried to call out to someone, anyone, in the darkness but nothing came out. No sound. Not even a whimper. The only sound I could hear was a familiar beeping sound but I couldn't identify what it was. Was I really dead? Something was telling me that I wasn't. But if I wasn't dead then what was I?
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